I work security at a junior high school. It's a good job and the kids are pretty good most of the time. One of our duties is to be out with the kids during their lunch to make sure they don't decide to see exactly how far that slushy can fly or whether or not the cheese will stick to that girl's new pair of jeans.

I remember it as if it were yesterday, well actually it was only a couple of weeks ago, so I would hope my memory wasn't that bad...yet. ;-)

It was Monday, April 21st, 2008 and I was standing outside in the ramada during 9th grade lunch. It was the last lunch duty of the day and I couldn't wait to get back inside. It's only April but it's still hot if your having to be outside and we don't have the misters on.

Well, I got an itch under my arm and not thinking anything of it I reach over to scratch it. Well, to my surprise not only do I find my itch and scratch it, but in the same instant I feel what must surely be a baseball poking out of my right breast!

The first thing that goes racing through my mind is "What the heck is this?!" I don't wear a padded bra, so I know it's not an accessory malfunction here.

And do you realize how hard it is to try and get a good feel of your breast, but not make it look obvious in front of a bunch of 15yr old 9th graders?

Thank goodness for the crossed-arm-don't-do-anything-to-make-me-mad look. I dropped into that pose right away with my left hand under my right arm and slowly went to work on trying to figure out where this baseball came from.

Okay, okay, so it wasn't exactly the size of a baseball, but it was definitely large enough to feel and when it comes upon you suddenly like that it just seems to get magnified in size.

Well, I made it through the rest of the day without touching my new found addition...well not too much anyways and went home.

I decided to make an appointment with my doctor for later on in the week. I hadn't been feeling to well anyways and this was a good excuse to call.

So, that Friday was a day off and I went to see my PCP. I'm sitting in the room with my leg bouncing a mile a minute. This leg bouncing act is not unusual for me, I just can't seem to sit still no matter what I'm doing. Whether it's sitting watching tv, listening to a sermon at church or sitting in a doctor's office thinking I'm being silly and overreacting to nothing.

Soon the doctor comes in and asks "So, how are you today? What brought you in?"

"Well, you see doc, I seem to have a sore throat, my glands are swollen in my neck and I seem to have had a baseball attached to my right breast. Other than that, I'm good."

During this recitation, the doctor is all smiles, nodding her head and making notes. She asks a couple of questions about family history and seems to have forgotten about my sore throat issue.

She then hands me one of those lovely little paper vests that over the course of the next week I will get to know quite well. She then leaves the room so I can now put on this fabulously classy piece of clothing.

I'm now sitting up on the exam table with my arms around me as tight as possible trying not to let this oversize paper vest reveal anything I'm not ready to show yet. She then knocks and comes into the room.

She asks me to lie down and put my arms above my head. She then opens up the vests and starts doing a breast exam. She starts in the center and works her way around to the outside. I can tell when she has found my baseball because there is a small gasp, the widening of the eyes and a declaration.

"My, that is rather large isn't it?"

After that, I get dress and then I get a bunch of paper work to go have a mammogram and an ultrasound done the following Monday. She also tells me that I need to get an appointment with a surgeon by the end of that week.

Oh yippee! My first mammogram, I can hardly wait!! The fun just keeps coming!